Wait... why does it seem like he can really smell it?!
"Of course you should thank me for allowing you to revisit your childhood."
The most precious memory of the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is also the most precious memory of the Second Master.
By going through these memories, Han Feiyu used the skills of the puppet Five Poison Lord to prepare a special poisonous smoke.
It can evoke memories, and the scent is specially blended to match the floral fragrance of that day.
As a result, when faced with the Second Pavilion Master's deadly sword strike, the Pavilion Master of Ten Thousand Swords was momentarily dazed, wavered, and even softened.
It was in that instant that Han Feiyu truly grasped the key to victory.
"Whoosh... Pfft..."
The Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion broke the Second Master's sword and plunged his own longsword into his brother's heart.
Normally, at this point, one should simply use their sword to slice through the opponent in front of them, and then eliminate the remaining opponents in sequence.
His hesitation, however, cost him his life.
"Smack..."
The Blood Shadow Cult Leader struck the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master's left shoulder with a palm strike, shattering his bones and mixing in the toxins from his burning blood.
"Sizzle..."
The flames of the Heavenly Fire Sect Master ignited behind him.
"Whoosh..."
Three poisonous needles flew out from the Five Poisons Lord's body and stuck in his right hand, followed closely by poisonous insects.
The remaining skilled players also finished off their opponents at this time.
"Puwa..."
He spat out a mouthful of blood. Because of his hesitation, the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion took the full force of the ambush that Han Feiyu had carefully prepared for him.
"Wow, they all hit the mark! To be honest, I never expected this result."
I originally thought that at least half of these puppets' attacks would be dodged or torn apart by you.
It seems I underestimated the bond between you two brothers, but that's a good thing.
Before the Master of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the Second Master drew the sword from his chest and slowly stood up.
"The heart is indeed a vital organ, but not enough to completely destroy my original manuscript."
"To want your brothers to disappear completely, Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, you should be beheaded."
Pointing to his head, he raised his broken sword.
"Now, let's bring this good show to a close, Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."
Use your brother's sword to end your life. Remember, the one who killed you is the storyteller, Bai Xiaosheng.
"Whoosh..." ×2
Two sword lights appeared simultaneously. One severed the neck of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master, and the other was a blood sword that the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Master spat out before he died.
The second pavilion master also lost his head.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion did not close his eyes until his death. Before losing consciousness, he watched his brother's puppet body shatter, like ashes scattered from burning pages of a book.
"At the very least, I did it."
The Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion died in battle.
The storyteller, Bai Xiaosheng, Han Feiyu, lost a large number of original manuscripts but ultimately won.
The damage to the Second Pavilion Master's original manuscript did not affect his physical condition.
"Everyone, I've won! You don't need to worry about being punished by the Lord of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. Aren't you surprised? Unexpected? Happy? Touched?"
Han Feiyu looked at the others present with a benevolent expression; they were indeed too afraid to move now.
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